“Much of my crying is for joy and wonder rather than for pain. A trumpet's wailing, a wind's warm breath, the chink of a bell on an errant lamb, the smoke from a candle just spent, first light, twilight, firelight. Everyday beauty. I cry for how life intoxicates. And maybe just a little for how swiftly it runs.” FirstsLittlesLightRunningPainJoyWonderCryWindBreathsEverydayWarmSmokeCandleBellsTwilightLambsTrumpetsWailingChinks Book:A Thousand Days in Venice: An Unexpected Romance Source: A Thousand Days in Venice: An Unexpected Romance
“I run down to meet Floriana who is breathless from her hike. She stops in the road, the last light at her back. Prickles of rain cling to her unkerchiefed, loosened hair, capturing in her the flickering russet frame of it. Topaz almonds are her eyes, lit tonight from some new, old place, from some exquisitely secret oubliette, which she must often forget she possesses. We talk for a minute and Barlozzo passes us by like a boy too shy to speak to two girls at once.” TwoLightEyeRunningLastsGirlSpeakForgetSecretBoysMinutesHairRainTonightShyHer EyesLitBreathlessAlmondsLike A BoyOld PlacesTopaz Author:Marlena De Blasi
